Writing

Voices

I sit there,

back against the wall,

of my only sanctuary.

Then, the voices come,

The ones in my head saying,

‘You are not pretty enough to have friends’,

and ‘you’ll always be alone’.

The voices come.

Ones that belong to the people who ignore me,

laugh at me,

leave me sitting alone .

I tell myself,

it is all in my head,

but it is no use.

The voices come.

They always consume me,

I will never get what I crave.

So, I could end it all now.

No goodbyes or voices for me.

I hope that one day,

the voices will let me be.

by Paige Bowen

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